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Name: Elizabeth Birthday: 11/4/1978 Gender: Female
Interests: College students, non-profits, missions, discipleship, reading good non-fiction, being outside, dogs, staying warm, traveling, exploring, climbing trees, theology, talking to people, badminton, spending time with E and with family, finding new interests. Oh, and I love 24 (on DVD only), the Lord of the Rings (book, movies and music), ancient history, Scottish stuff, swords, celtic music, good Christian hardcore music at times, and everything by Rich Mullins, Steve Taylor, G. F. Handel, Waterdeep, NIV, The Waiting, Mike Knott (LSU), Julie Miller, and U2. Expertise: Expert... hmmm, does that mean trained in something? Then I'd say a bit of counseling, discipleship, CPR, speech, religion. May also include keeping room messy, ropes courses, juggling, crocheting, traveling and exploring, finding new good books I'll never have the chance to read, and knowing how to annoy myself. Occupation: Other Industry: Nonprofit
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| I don't usually make political statements, and I don't always call myself by any one label, but I just had to share this:
Richard John Neuhaus writes:
"We liberals, er, I mean progressives, are patriots, too." That is the gist of E.J. Dionne's touchingly defensive Fourth of July column in the Washington Post. He deeply resents the fact that it is widely assumed that patriotism is the default position of conservatives, while it is not sufficiently recognized that progressives, too, love their country–in their way. E.J. explains:
But the progressive and the reformer have a problem with what passes for unadulterated patriotism. By nature, the reformer is bound to insist that the country, however glorious, is not a perfect place, that it is capable of doing wrong as well as right. The nation that declared "all men are created equal" was, at the time those words were written, the home of an extensive system of slavery.
Most reformers guard their patriotic credentials by moving quickly to the next logical step: that the true genius of America has always been its capacity for self-correction. I'd assert that this is a better argument for patriotism than any effort to pretend that the Almighty has marked us as the world's first flawless nation.
Rejecting "unadulterated patriotism," E.J. comes out foursquare in favor of what I suppose might be called adulterated patriotism, i.e., deep devotion to the America that might be but isn't. There is a larger point here, however. E.J. is right: Conservatives of my acquaintance insist that America is a perfect place incapable of doing wrong, as Charles Colson is always insisting. Senator Rick Santorum hits the nail on the head when he says that the Almighty has marked America as the world's first flawless nation.
Leave it to those liberals to complain about the continuing oppression of urban blacks who are captive to a monopoly school system that excludes generation after generation from full participation in our society. Let the so-called progressives go on and on about unelected judges who arrogate to themselves the right to make decisions that belong to the people and their representatives. Ignore the Left's constant whining about the proliferation of pornography and a culture descended into the mindless celebration of the meretricious. Pay no mind to reformers who are forever harping about violations of religious freedom. Above all, turn a deaf ear to progressives who refuse to reconcile themselves to the killing of a million innocent babies per year.
You don't find conservatives running down their country with those and other complaints. No sir, they're not about to adulterate their patriotism with calls for reform. E.J. Dionne, acute political and cultural analyst that he is, understands that conservatives believe that America is a perfect place incapable of doing wrong, marked by the Almighty as the world's first flawless nation | | |
| Crawfish Boil at the Moody's this weekend! I am so excited (as usual) but a bit sad that for 4 or 5 hours of that my beau will be working. If he can get there in time to really get dancing though I'll be happy. We are both so tired! Within three days we traveled to South GA (and yes, I mean South, as in an hour below Macon!) and to Asheville, NC! (and lots of places in between) Now I need to get some major work done for "work" and for "seminary". Plus, I might not even have a paying job soon, and I've got to decide on this missions trip, pronto. Busy, busy. | | |
| R.I.P. "Arrrrrested" There are dozens of us! Dozens!
And on the intelligent design front, a new discovery. | | |
| Does anyone realize Nickle Creek is coming to the Classic Center in April? Does anyone care? (It seems that 55 for two is too much, but it would have been nice.)
In other music, an old song that has made me joyful to have on my mind and lips lately:
Well the moon moved past Nebraska And spilled laughter on them cold Dakota Hills And angels danced on Jacob's stairs Yeah, they danced on Jacob's stairs There is this silence in the Badlands And over Kansas the whole universe was stilled By the whisper of a prayer The whisper of a prayer
And the single hawk bursts into flight And in the east the whole horizon is in flames I feel thunder in the sky I see the sky about to rain And I hear the prairies calling out Your name
I can feel the earth tremble Beneath the rumbling of the buffalo hooves And the fury in the pheasant's wings And there's fury in a pheasant's wings It tells me the Lord is in His temple And there is still a faith that can make the mountains move And a love that can make the heavens ring And I've seen love make heaven ring
Where the sacred rivers meet Beneath the shadow of the Keeper of the plains I feel thunder in the sky I see the sky about to rain And I hear the prairies calling out Your name
From the place where morning gathers You can look sometimes forever 'til you see What time may never know What time may never know How the Lord takes by its corners this old world And shakes us forward and shakes us free To run wild with the hope To run wild with the hope
The hope that this thirst will not last long That it will soon drown in the song not sung in vain And I feel thunder in the sky I see the sky about to rain And I hear the prairies calling out Your name
And I know this thirst will not last long That it will soon drown in the song not sung in vain I feel thunder in the sky I see the sky about to rain And with the prairies I am calling out Your name
-- Rich Mullins, 1991 | | |
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